It must be owned that poor old Brian Friel, the Irish playwright who passed away just over a year ago, wrote some marvellous lines. Not quite so many, perhaps, as the Irish would like to believe he did, but then we’ve never been the best judges of this kind of thing, whatever the tourist brochures might say. 866 more words
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Molly Sweeney can identify several varieties of flowers from the scent and touch. She is a championship swimmer who elegantly describes how slicing through the water, of a pool or the Atlantic Ocean, makes her feel. 1,903 more words
While much of the country is headed to the coast on I-95, I-64 or other Interstates loaded up with bottles of SPF-50, many federal contracting officers are instead finding themselves staring at J.P-2s and J.P-3s, perhaps wondering where these forms came from, and starting to wonder whether they’d rather be at the beach. 16 more words
Brian Friels’s four monologues from three characters tell very different versions of the same events.
Stephen Dillane is utterly believable as Frank, the charismatic, self mocking, untrustworthy Faith Healer who may or may not have the gift of healing and if so, has no understanding of it. 309 more words